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Seeker of Thrones 2-8

“If I say my real name, the horrible curse that torments me will surely come true,” she continued. “For this reason, I cannot allow it pass my lips but a piece at a time. For now, it must suffice to call me ‘stranger’.”

Devils can, more or less, change their appearance at will. The degree of course depends on the strength of their Art, but as those clad in blue are especially skilled in the Art, this is not much issue for them. The specifics of the form are in many ways merely a matter of personal preference, and as such are not as clearly defined by mask and name as the rest of devil’s nature.

Indeed he was, but unfortunately was never ebon unless his history includes consisting with a certain foul (fowl) human, (which is at least hunted at by no. 1’s name); who must have misidentified him as grey in color if that history is true.

You have the pronunciation off. The terminal vowels of her use name are voiced: See-oh-see-eh See-oh-el-eh. If you apply the same analysis to a this new information, you will become enlightened, if likely angered.

They may be code wheels. Somebody running a vault this big in a world as utterly over-the-top as this one would have to be pretty security-conscious, and these things may be the equivalent of USB dongles.

Leave my empress out of this! Rest her dark heart she subjugated a thousand worlds under her cruel tyranny an deservers the respect and fear someone of her station deserved. Besides 2 Michael represent everything wrong about the old law and at least i admit i’m cruel and enjoy death but at least I admit. But these things matter little for soon we will have a new royal to bow to.

BAH! I have heard many tall tale of such a terrible and terrifying YABALCHOATH. A devilish devil, a dastardly demon! Who sends shiver and shudder down the spine of even me, JAWIS-TEL, SINGER OS SINGS, TELLER OF TALES. He, who has looked the devil eater himself in the eye(However, he was not nearly as impressive as legend told) and waltzed through the Valmara Fields, drunk as a fool and in love with the moon

I met a man who claimed to eat devils once. He had no money and was willing to do any ridiculous feat you could imagine for a few coins. Died of unbound devils bursting out of his stomach in a spectacularly violent fashion. We miss him dearly at my favoured watering hole.

BWAHAHAHAHA
A tale to add to the tremendous Atheneum! I have heard many tales of devil-eaters, and investigated a few myself. The Devil-Eater I speak of holds the shape and form of man, but reeks of the chaotic flame. The thick fluid that courses through is veins is putrid and as black as void. His soul has split it twain, his existence a paradox upon itself that vexes him. Despite this, he is rather boring and can hardly hold a conversation, let alone tell a good story. He wears a mask to hide that he has the appearance of but a man, and even this, is boresome.

It has been implied that, for her hubris, she was struck down to blue by the demiurges themselves. It would seem they agreed that an ebon devil with a Key of Kings was far too dangerous to their balance.

A many-armed figure of thorns and freshly bloodied claws. Standing triumphantly amongst great wealth and the corpses of her hapless victims. Her face a mask of grotesque pleasure at the death she has inflicted and avarice for her reward.

If that’s not the very image of a Goddess of murder-vagrants, I don’t know what is. Praise Yabalchoath!

As was mentioned above, its likely a code for entry to the vault. My Dad had something similar for his job – a small device with a code that changes every 60 seconds, synchronised with the work server.

Adding an “a” sound at the end of a consonant coda is quite believable. Japanese always has a vowel at the end unless the last consonant is a nasal.

And ignore any preconceptions about spelling; this is after all a transliteration of demon-speech (or whatever other decidedly non-English tongue Cio was named in), and even in writing systems that use the Roman alphabet natively there’s rarely a one-to-one correlation between symbol and sound.

Not exactly what I was expecting, but I am very glad to have spiky carapace leg Cio back. I forgive the artist of this interpretation of the Rising King’s story for giving Cio sexy hips…though the whole of me did not protest to that either…On another note, I like the Kali influenced tongue there.

Though the languages of the multiverse are so many and varied that the wise and foolish alike simply call them infinite, having a giant pile of gold does seem to translate fairly universally to “please break in here”.

If I understand the cryptic hints about her past revealed thus far, Ciocie was once an ebon devil of impressive power that managed to steal a key(perhaps actually removing it from its’ bearer). Sometime after that and before we first met her, she made the descent from ebon to blue. I may be wrong about this but some of the comments Ciocie has made indicate that that descent was at least partially voluntary. If so, that begs the question, why would an ebon devil of such skill and power choose to lower herself, perhaps it was the only way to escape pursuit, or maybe there are benefits of being a lower ranked devil.

So many who see Yabalchoath as the greater form. So taken in by appearances. But appearances are, like all things, lies – and one of the most ephemeral at that. Yabalchoath is like a razor: sharp, deadly, but easily dulled and one-dimensional. Ciocie-that-she-became is, in comparison, a potato: plain, often funny, but well-rounded, substantial, and enduring.

Good point. It would also be important to remember that if she had never fallen from ebon to blue, White Chain would not have gone to her for advice and she wouldn’t have met Allison. While her ebon form had more power, I do believe her blue one will have far more imfluence on the history of Throne than she could ever have dreamt.

We note the possession of four arms, presumably granted naturally (or as naturally as such Devils possess such forms). Perhaps this is a reason for her affinity to the Coat of Arms? We shall continue observations with renewed interest.

Of course. A devil without a mask is no devil at all, in much the same way that a puddle of molten glass cannot rightly be said to be a glass sculpture.

It is only through restriction and definition that the primordial chaos becomes devils, at all. An Ebon is as close to that primordial chaos as one can become while still having will and consciousness.

I would like to address the vine gentlemen and gentlewomen and othergendered servants in the audience. YAAAAAAAAAAAASSS GURL YAAAAS, YOU LOOK SO GOOD, SLAYYYYYYY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!
This ends the aderess.